When I was in Dayton and we got that 24" or whatever dumped on us, I was in the WalMart lot doing donuts like crazy in my my old Ford Bronco II when I saw the red/blue's flashing and a spotlight hitting me. I stopped to see an officer waving the angry finger and motioning for me to "get over here". I thought, great.......
I drove over there and saw two cruisers parked door to door like they were BS'ing and one of the officers was out approaching me. I stopped and and the conversation went like this:
Officer #1 - "Having fun over there?"
Me - "Yup, just messing around. Didn't think it would be a big deal in this large empty lot with nothing around."
Officer #1 - "Well, you really shouldn't be doing that. I could write you a ticket ya know."
Me - "Sorry sir, if you let me go, you'll not see me around doing anything similar again."
At this time Officer #2 approaches my truck somewhat swiftly and I get a little nervous.
Officer #2 - "Can you just pull us the hell out of here already, we're STUCK! Don't let him scare you!!"
Me - "No problem sir, I got a tow strap in the back. It's already hooked to my hitch as i've been pulling people out since this started."
I hop out, wrap my tow strap around the bull bar on #2's cruiser and drag him across the lot, out to the main street where it's somewhat clear and unhook him. He thanks me and heads off. I return and repeat the process for #1 but when we hit the clearing he hops out before I can and he hands me a piece of paper. I think SHIT! STILL A FUCKING TICKET! He smirks as he drives away....
I hop in my truck and look, it was a blank sheet of paper with "Keep your nose clean Mr. Gill" written on it with my address and his card. Turns out, he was my neighbor a street or so back and he knew who I was already. He stopped by a few days after and we talked for a bit, he let me know where he lived and overall seemed to be a great guy.